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taipril day 23! mspaint mouse doodle cuz i was too lazy to get the tablet out
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/53729365/chapters/136188634#workskin
hey gang... so. long story short i'm a co-writer of this travis fic and me and the idiots have just uploaded chapter 2. check it out!
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wait guys. reblog this and tell me what the last movie you watched was. bonus points if you add a short review <333
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crying
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cuckooclocktopus · 24 days
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//season 1/season 2//
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cuckooclocktopus · 25 days
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Best Van Quotes
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Much love to our snarky, quippy class clown goalie.
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cuckooclocktopus · 26 days
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he's so scrunkly here
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cuckooclocktopus · 27 days
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when your circle small but y’all all crazy
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cuckooclocktopus · 27 days
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One of the most fundamentally interesting things to me about YJ and writing fic, specifically, is how the blame changes hands depending on the story. On whose perspective you're writing from. On whose story it is at a given moment. The very thing I dislike about viewers missing the point becomes so fascinating to me from within the narrative. Who are these characters when seen through the eyes of their peers?
Who does Jackie become? If you're Shauna, she's the love of your life, and your greatest rival, and the other half of your soul, and the person you blame for your dead dreams. If you're Van, she's the respected captain who earns none of your respect in the woods, the one who left you to die without blinking, the easiest target for teenage malice. If you're Natalie, she's competition for affection, the blabbermouth who can't leave well enough alone, the hands putting themselves to no good use. If you're Jackie? You're just a girl. You're so tired. You're so scared. You're losing face a little more every day, and you're made of despair, and you can't even trust your best friend. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault.
Who does Lottie become? If you're Natalie, she's your direct foil, the splinter under the edge of your thumbnail, the smart mouth to match your own, the confusing amalgamation of normal friend and mad ritual. If you're Misty, she's the first shred of obvious power in months, a leader who might need to be nudged back into line, a fascinating exercise in hitching your wagon to the right star early on. If you're Taissa, she's flat-nuts and endlessly frustrating, she's got your girlfriend's full attention, she's incredibly dangerous. If you're Lottie? You're just a girl. You're so tired. You're so scared. You've built a pedestal you can't keep your balance on, and you're not sure if you're right or going crazy, and you didn't want this. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault.
From outside the narrative, there is no bad guy. There is no blame. It is no one's fault. It is Man v. Nature, they are doing the best they can with an impossible situation. They're all trying to contribute what they can to the story, for better or worse.
From inside the narrative, you are a teenager trapped in a society constructed entirely of bare-bones-survival with the wildest assortment of girls. From inside the narrative, to stay human, you have to love and fight, respect and judge. Every story changes the game. Every story shifts the blame. A hero in one has the bloodiest hands in the next. And that, to me, is such a thrilling sandbox to play in.
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cuckooclocktopus · 1 month
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Keep your window open at night to let the angels in, scatter ashes around your bedroom. Dance barefoot in the forest. Take a knife to your palm and let the blood drip, drip, drip over the altar. Whatever will make it notice you.
Jackie remembered when this town wasn’t so full of anticipation. Was she supposed to just wait, give herself to this power and let her ordinary blood turn to rich red wine into divine, unbearable light?
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cuckooclocktopus · 1 month
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Look at my beautiful edit boy
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THE CHARACTEEER i need to watch it, idk why (just because liv hewson is in it)
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"you're good at art you should go to college you should start animation you should get a job in the industry you have so much potential" I SHOULD BE IN THE WOODS. EATING POISONOUS BERRIES
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cuckooclocktopus · 1 month
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what clown are you guys talking about it 2017 was a coming of age comedy
(another one)
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